Chapter 12: Femdom
She was so tired as she lifted her keys to the front door. The day had been exhausting, both physically and emotionally. As the door creaked open, the warm light from the living room welcomed her in. Her home was small, but cozy, with a fireplace that always offered comfort. She could already smell the scent of dinner cooking, and her stomach growled in response.
Harriet removed her shoes and coat, leaving them by the door as she made her way to the kitchen. She found Matt sitting at the table, surrounded by papers and textbooks.
He looked up at her with a mixture of concern and frustration in his eyes. Harriet felt a pang of guilt as she walked over to him, seeing the uncertainty etched on his face.
"Hi, baby, what's wrong?" she asked, trying to sound as innocent and nonchalant as possible.
Matt sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I've been worried about you since we spoke on the phone earlier. What was going on?"
Matt asked, looking at her with fear in his eyes.
Harriet didn't know how to respond, her mind racing as she tried to think of a believable excuse.
She needed something to explain away the evidence of her deceit.
"It was just hectic at work, and I've hurt my foot."
Matt looked skeptical but didn't press the issue further. He simply nodded, not convinced but not willing to argue either.
"Do you need anything for it?" he asked instead.
Harriet shrugged, unable to look him in the eyes. "Maybe a foot rub," she muttered, not meeting his gaze.
He followed her into the living room, where she plopped down onto the couch. Matt sat down beside her, and they fell into a silence. Harriet could feel Matt's eyes on her, boring holes into her skin. She was sure he could sense the deceit in her, the guilt weighing heavily on her shoulders.
"Are you okay, baby?" Matt asked, his voice soft.
Harriet hesitated, not wanting to lie to the man she loved. She knew that she had to come clean eventually. But not now.
"I'm fine, just tired from work," she lied, hoping that Matt wouldn't push the subject. Harriet needed to take back control of the situation. Luckily, Matt was an idiot when he was horny, so she just had to turn the heat up on him a bit.
She slipped off her shoes and slid her feet into Matt's lap, looking up expectantly at him. He obligingly began to massage her feet, his hands working the tension out of her arches and toes.
For a moment, Harriet closed her eyes and relaxed under Matt's touch, reveling in the sensation. His hands were strong and steady, his fingers nimble and skilled. She felt a warmth radiate through her, her mind beginning to drift with each stroke.
But as Matt's touch grew more insistent, Harriet's thoughts turned back to James. As Matt rubbed one of her feet, she let out a soft moan. Then used the other foot to gently rub Matt's cock, with movement so slight, it could have been accidental.
Matt gasped, his hold on Harriet's foot tightening. Harriet felt a surge of triumph, knowing that she had his complete attention.
"Do you want me to keep going, baby?" she whispered.
Matt groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily. Harriet grinned, continuing to gently massage his cock with her free foot. She was still in her work clothes, and she was very aware that her panties were missing and the inside of her jeans, and thighs, were coated in cum. Even now, she could feel droplets of James' semen trickling down her legs as she moved.
She removed her foot from Matt's cock and pressed her toes to his mouth.
"Suck my toes," she whispered. Matt eagerly obliged and began to suck on her toes, his tongue flicking and licking the sensitive skin. Harriet could feel the warmth spreading through her body, her desire growing with each second.
He let go of her other foot and started massaging up her leg. She knew what he wanted. He was her good boy, he was trying to work his way up to her pussy to pleasure her with his mouth. But, she couldn't let that happen.
Not tonight. Tonight, she was in control. Harriet slowly lifted her foot from Matt's mouth, and placed it on his chest, stopping him. His expression of disappointment mirroring her own.
"Is there something wrong?", he asked, his concern evident.
Harriet shook her head, trying to push away the guilt that threatened to consume her.
"Take your cock out", she ordered.
Matt hesitated but obeyed.
Harriet admired the sight of his member, already dripping with pre-cum. She could smell his arousal, and her own desire began to rise. She placed her feet on either side of Matt's cock and began to stroke, her movements slow and deliberate. Matt's eyes rolled back in pleasure, and he let out a soft moan as she worked her magic.
With her other hand, she rubbed her clit through her jeans, feeling the wetness through the material.
This was not enough, she needed more. She reached inside her jeans, they were still blocking his view of her pussy but she could feel his eyes drilling into her. She could feel the wetness between her legs that was evidence of her recent encounter with James. She started to run her fingers along her folds, feeling the heat of her desire rush through her. She rubbed herself just enough to feel the tingling sensation but not enough to reach orgasm.
She looked up at Matt, meeting his gaze and saw the lust mirrored in his eyes. She took out a finger, dripping with juices and smeared it on his lips. He lapped it up, moaning with delight. She quickened the pace with her feet, causing him to groan louder. Harriet couldn't help but smile at the sight before her.
Matt was completely under her control, his eyes glazed over with desire as she continued to pleasure him with her feet. She felt a wave of power wash over her, knowing that she held in her hand the one thing that Matt wanted most in the world - her body.
She relished in the power that she had over him, knowing that he would do anything to please her.
As she stroked him with her feet, she felt her desire growing with each passing second. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she ran her fingers over her clit, teasing herself while still maintaining control over Matt.
He let out a soft moan, his face contorted with pleasure. He was oblivious to the fact that Harriet was fully in control, that he was her plaything. Matt sensed the change in Harriet's demeanour, but was too lost in his own pleasure to worry about it. He began to pant, his hips bucking against her feet as he approached his climax.
Harriet felt a rush of excitement, watching as Matt's desire threatened to consume him. She increased the pace of her footjob, her movements becoming faster, more urgent. Matt's eyes rolled back in his head, his body tensing as he neared the edge. With one final thrust, he came with a loud cry, spilling his release all over Harriet's feet.
She kept massaging his cock until he was fully spent, savouring the feeling of his warmth and weight against her feet.
Harriet looked up at Matt, seeing the contentment on his face. Despite the guilt that nagged at her, she couldn't help but feel a small sense of pride in her ability to give him pleasure. She released his flaccid cock from her grip and moved her feet. Holding them in front of his face, still covered in cum.
She watched him intently as she rubbed her pussy. He knew what she wanted. He held her feet and began licking them clean.
Harriet could feel the sensation spreading throughout her body like wildfire. She closed her eyes and savored the moment, allowing her body to relax and surrender to the pleasure.
Matt licked and sucked each toe with meticulous attention, making sure not to miss a single drop of his cum. She moaned softly, her body shaking with ecstasy. Matt lifted his head and looked up at her, his eyes blazing with passion.
"Kiss me," Harriet said, her voice barely audible.
Matt leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a soft, gentle kiss. The kiss deepened as they both lost themselves in the moment. . The heat between them simmered, threatening to boil over at any moment. Matt's hands moved to Harriet's waist, tugging at her jeans. Harriet pulled away, breaking the kiss.
"No, Matt."
Matt sighed, "I know, but I can't help myself.
You're like a drug to me, Harriet."
Harriet chuckled darkly, "A dangerous one at that."
Matt nodded, understanding. But that didn't stop him from pressing the issue. "How do I make you happy?"
Harriet sat up, placing her hand on his chest. "Do you really want to know?"
Matt's heart raced, his body tense with anticipation. He nodded.
Harriet leaned in closer, her lips inches from his ear. "You can start by giving me everything I want."
Matt's heart skipped a beat at the thought of fulfilling her every desire.
He couldn't help but wonder what Harriet had in mind.
"Tell me", he begged.
Harriet smiled, her green eyes glinting in the dim light. "You know how I feel about James, don't you?"
Matt's eyes widened in surprise. He knew that Harriet had some secrets, but he never suspected that she was involved with someone else.
"Yes", he said quietly.